Why, I'd have been content to have been patronized if there had been anyone here to do it, who wore the right sort of clothes and said the right sort of thing in the right tone.

But the others--well, that's done with." He remained curiously dumb.

His eyes were fixed upon the fragments of the photograph in the grate.

In a corner of the room an old-fashioned clock ticked wheezily.

A lump of coal fell out on the hearth, which she replaced mechanically with her foot.